Chapter 85 Baihua Poetry Club
“It’s gloomy and never-ending; it’s chilly and chilly to the bones.”
This is a sentence Gu Xu read in an ancient book.
This sentence describes the "Ice Hell" in myths and legends - it is located in the second Yama Hall and is used to imprison those who hurt people's limbs, rape and kill others, bully others, and those who see others in the world. Those who are unjust for profit, those who repay kindness with revenge, those who are cold-blooded and cruel, etc.
It is said that after the beings in this hell are frozen, they will have blisters on their bodies, and then the blisters will burst, pus and blood will appear, and then their bodies will deform and freeze into several petals, just like a blooming lotus.
Therefore, this hell is also known as "Blister Hell" and "Green Lotus Hell".
Although "Ice Hell" does not necessarily exist in reality.
But at this moment, when Gu Xu stood in the Lu family's old house, feeling the biting cold in the air, and seeing the frozen deformed corpses on the ground, he couldn't help but think of this terrible house. of hell.
"It's so cold." He whispered with chattering teeth.
In addition, there are pieces of snowflakes falling slowly in the dim sky, as white and light as swan feathers.
But when these snowflakes fell on the ground, they suddenly turned into scarlet blood and then disappeared.
At this time, I heard Chu Fengge sneezing next to me and said: "Press...According to my experience last time I came here, when the couplet 'No Gate to Hell' appeared, After a while, a little girl who doesn’t know whether she is a human or a ghost should appear in the front hall.
“She will drop an inexplicable note in front of us and then run away quickly.
“I tried to catch up with her.
“But I walked through dozens of rooms and couldn’t find her.
"A quarter of an hour later, something terrible happened.
"Several huge monsters dressed as ghosts came towards me and wanted to tie me up with chains and tie me to icicles. ——Their faces were obscured by the mist, making it difficult for me to see clearly.
"At that time, the true energy in my body seemed to be sealed by ice and could not be used at all. If I hadn't brought the 'Breaking Sky Bead'..."
Chu Feng Ge did not continue.
Because it would be too embarrassing to talk about it.
The dignified fifth-rank official of Qi was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen without even seeing the appearance of the ghost clearly.
If others find out about this kind of thing, how will he be able to raise his head as a human being in the future?
Gu Xu listened to his words silently and fell into deep thought.
In fact, ever since he heard Chu Fengge’s words, “In that weird haunted house, wisdom is much more important than force”, Gu Xu has regarded this haunted house as a copy of a puzzle-oriented game. ——If this were not the case, it would be absolutely impossible for the Lord Chief, who has the ability to discern secrets, to let him, a second-level scumbag, solve this case.
In his opinion, the most critical information in Chu Fengge's words should be the mysterious little girl and the inexplicable note.
These may be important clues to the secrets of the haunted house.
As a vulgar and reckless man, Chu Fengge obviously only thinks about "killing ghosts, killing ghosts, killing ghosts."
If we use the game as an analogy - the little girl is most likely a plot NPC, but she is treated as a monster by Chu Fengge and chased all the way. The result is "GameOver".
While Gu Xu was concentrating on his thoughts, a thin figure appeared in the hall in front of him.
That was a little girl of six or seven years old.
He was wearing a plain shirt and his complexion was pale.
The unkempt black hair covered most of her face, making it difficult to see her face clearly.
She stepped barefoot on the snow-covered ground and walked towards Gu Xu and Chu Fengge with brisk steps, seemingly not feeling the cold at all. "That's her!" Chu Fengge pointed at the little girl and shouted.
Just like Chu Fengge’s description, the little girl casually threw a piece of paper in front of them, then turned around and left, disappearing quickly in their eyes like a ghost. There was no trace of her in sight.
Gu Xu bent down, picked up the piece of paper from the ground, and found that it turned out to be a piece of exquisitely crafted flower paper.
On its front, there are several blooming flowers painted on it, and next to it are written several graceful and elegant hairpin flowers in small regular script characters -
"Invitation Letter to Baihua Poetry Society".
On the back of it, a seven-character poem was written, the content of which is as follows:
“The rain falls on the barren grave at night through the south window, and the courtyard is deserted and the vegetation is deep.
"Old friends in the shadows are all false, and the paintings on the wall tell the story of this life."
"I hate this kind of rotten scholar who doesn't speak human words the most in my life!" Chu Fengge glanced sideways at the flower note and said, He said coldly, "It's clearly an invitation, but it doesn't include a time or an address. How do we get there?"
Gu Xu did not answer immediately.
At this time, he remembered that the information mentioned that the Lu family in Qingzhou did indeed have a "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society" in history, and the president was Mrs. Lu, the matriarch of the Lu family.
The participants back then included not only the wives and young ladies of the Lu family, but also guests from other aristocratic families.
However, this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Club" was only held for one session, and the Qingzhou Lu family was exterminated.
But at this moment, Gu Xu and Chu Fengge received an invitation letter from the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society"... Obviously, the person holding this event cannot be a living person.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to write such a desolate poem on the invitation.
“To be honest, I don’t like the Riddler either,” Gu Xu smiled and responded, “But according to the style of the Lu family, maybe they think that people who can’t understand the meaning of this poem are not worthy. Join their poetry club."
Gu Xu boldly guessed that this "Hundred Flowers Poetry Club" should be the glimmer of hope for outside intruders in the Lu family's haunted house.
If he could successfully brush up the favorability of the dead souls of the Lu family in the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Club", he might be able to get some clues about the "Frost" curse and the "Jinghong Pen".
However, if you cannot reach the place where the poetry club is held within a quarter of an hour, you will be attacked by ghosts as Chu Fengge said.
"Then can you understand?" Chu Fengge looked at Gu Xu with squinted eyes.
Gu Xu smiled faintly and replied: "Master Chu, the answer to the mystery is actually very simple. When you entered the gate just now, you should have noticed a mural on the screen wall, right?"
Chu Feng Ge hesitated for a second and nodded.
"Then do you still remember the content on the mural?"
Chu Fengge thought for a while and shook his head.
He has always been a careless person and rarely pays attention to these details.
"That is a picture of dignitaries drinking and having fun in a garden," Gu Xu continued, "According to the line 'pictures on the wall' in the poem, what is painted on the mural should be 'Baihua Poetry Society' "
"This seems a bit far-fetched..." Chu Fengge frowned, "According to your statement, the location of the poetry club may be at the south window, or next to the tomb... ”
"No, it's not far-fetched at all," Gu Xu said, "You may not have noticed that the poem on the flower note is actually an acrostic poem - the address of the poetry club has already been clearly written on our "
Thanks to book friends Dianze Mufeng and Xiaopang Youzipi for their 500 reward! Thanks to Chunfeng Yeyu Ten Years Deng for the 100 reward!
(End of this chapter)